Sunset

What's past is past. There's really no use crying over spilt milk. In fact, that might be God's will?
But, still, that daunting feeling deep in my heart has made me breathless.

Just because of today's too good, to a great extend where I have to keep it in my heart, zip it and lock it, I wish the sun never set.

Is it... really worth it?

I believe there's this awaiting sunrise in the morning. Hard life, good God.